I took this photograph in my mother's garden and I heard Mr. Hansard's wise words in a clip of him speaking to the audience during a performance, which was posted on-line.
My point is: We do not have to look far for inspiration. There is comfort to be found if we look for it. There is meaning in the s**t...it is how we choose to use it that matters.
Trust. You will have roses.
Get out Of the confines of the fault finding mindGet outInto the world where the sun still shines and we canbecome more inclined towards its positive lightStep outfrom the belligerent beliefs that only serve to feedA nitpicking narrativeA cocoon of contempt. Is it that bad? Is the world actually out to get us? Do our peers exist solely to sneer and stand hand on gavelReady to pass judgement on our every move?To render us unstable within our own self worthBurying our esteem under the hardened ground of shitty self talkcomposting and fertilising a poisonous seed of self image that needs uprooting. Get out Of the view that's there's something bad about you.Because you -You are the unbelievable seed of incredible,of significant, of a strong and sacred life.You have immeasurable capacity to grow and thriveAnd that might sound exuberant, I get it, I didn't believe it either. I didn't realiseBut free now from that mindset, I've come completely alive. See, maybe we're mis…
Set, rest, rise again. In this process it transforms, dissolves, descends -its undoing, an art in itself,Built on brushstrokes of goodbye, The composition illuminates the fiery sky - A bold farewell to the day. No concern for what has passed, unencumbered by what may be.The day is settled.The sun's job for now, complete. Set, rest, rise again. Its return, is another exquisite piece, Dictating to darkness that now it must ceaseEmerging gently, gradually creating its display A dynamic kaleidoscopic embrace - Though a repetitive routine, never a repeat Each new rising unveiling its own expressive feat. Set, rest, rise again.
It's come to light more and more the insidious hold insecurity has on us as a society these days. Sadly, it's as though it's become normalised to just not feel good about ourselves; we put ourselves down in feigned modesty or 'politeness', we feed into the pursuit of a perfected image, we try to be someone or something we're not, we're more jealous and anxious, lost and unsure.
You can see it everywhere; in the messages we're receiving, the actions we take, the behaviours we engage in.
Many of us just find it impossible to believe or feel that we are actually worthy, deserving or good enough as we are at any given time.
We mightn't even realise how deep it runs either, but it could definitely be affecting our day-to-day in a profoundly negative and sabotaging way.
Personally, I've had enough of seeing the effects of the 'not good enough affliction'. I've had enough of seeing beautiful, lovable people completely oblivious of their worth, …